The night sky glowed underneath the twinkling stars, there was light breeze. This haven was always calm and warm, it pleased Arwen very much. On the other hand Ragar could have cared less for it, he was a creature of darkness. They both sat next to an ancient apple tree, Arwen laid on his lap as Ragar stroked her golden hair. He looked down at her, she looked like a delicate porcelain doll, her eyes were big and round and shone bright blue in the gloom.
She wore a white satin dress that clung to her tall and thin body, every curve was noticeable. She had taken well to her new life since ascending to her true angelic form. No longer did she brood in a tower locked away in darkness, while others decided her fate, now she thrived in her own kingdom.
Arwen was the most cunning
